Free Meant for Love by Marie Force Page A

she tied a silk robe tighter around her waist. “I heard the bike, but then you never came up. I thought something was wrong.”
    At the landing, he hooked an arm around her and lifted her. “Nothing’s wrong when I get to come home to you.”
    She squeaked with surprise and looped her arms around his neck, holding on tight.
    Inside, they landed in a jumbled mess of arms and legs on the bed that was still warm from her body. The heat fired him up and cleared his mind of everything except for her.
    “You’re all charged up tonight.” She ran her fingers through his hair in a gesture intended to calm him, but all it did was feed the fire. She knew his moods so well. Often after performing or recording, he was high on adrenaline. Tonight, he was high on her and everything she brought to his life.  
    “It’s you. You do that to me.”
    “Right,” she said, laughing. “It’s all my fault.”
    In the faint glow of a nightlight, he gazed at her, drinking in every detail of her gorgeous face. “You know I love you more than anything, right?”
    Her brows furrowed. “Of course I do. Are you worried I don’t know that?”
    He shook his head. “Just making sure.”
    With her hand curled around his neck, she drew him down to her. The instant his lips connected with hers, he forgot about everything but her. There was only her.  
    “You need to sleep,” she said.
    He tugged at the belt to her robe. “I need you more.”
    “Evan…”
    “What, honey?”
    “I love you more than anything, too. I love everything about our life.”
    “So do I.” And he was loath to do anything that might endanger that life, even if it meant exchanging one dream for another. He didn’t want to think about that now, though. Not when he had some precious time with his love.  
    A year ago, he’d thought his life was perfect. As he freed himself from his clothes and sank into her warm, welcoming body, he found true perfection. Every time he touched her, he knew perfection, and he couldn’t imagine a day without her, let alone weeks or months on the road, promoting an album from a previous lifetime. All the years before her felt like they’d happened to someone else rather than him.
    She caressed his shoulders, zeroing in on the tight knot of stress at the base of his neck. “You’re so tense, Ev. Are you okay?”
    “Mmm, I’m better now.” Nothing in the world could compare to the sweet pleasure of making love with Grace. Everything about her appealed to him and had from the very beginning. They’d been together more than a year now, and every day was better than the one before.  
    Her hands slid over his back, clutching his ass to hold him deep inside while she climaxed. The tight squeeze of her muscles annihilated his control, and he cried out as he followed her. “Damn, that’s so good.” He captured her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss that revved him up again, like he hadn’t just come as hard as he ever had. “It’s always so damned good.”
    “I don’t have anything to compare it to,” she said lightly, “so I’ll have to take your word for it.”
    Evan smiled as he kissed her again. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s never like this.” He kissed her again. “Ever.”
    Her arms encircled him, surrounding him with her love and her addictive scent. “When are you going to marry me and make a decent woman out of me?”
    “I’ve been thinking a lot about that and asking around about the best place to go in the dead of winter when everyone will be ready to get off this island. I heard about a place in Turks and Caicos that I want to look into.”
    “We need a place that allows kids,” she reminded him.
    “That was on my list of criteria.”
    “I can’t believe we’re really talking about this.”
    “Let’s do more than talk about it.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Stay there.” He withdrew from her, got up and went to fetch her laptop from the desk and brought it back to bed with him.
    “What’re you